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Post by Crystal on Nov 9, 2003 9:23:10 GMT -5
I glance back and forth confusedly, then blurt out:
"Am I missing something here? I thought this was for the... Neopian Times Writers Forum..."
Everyone turns to stare at me and I shrink into myself, muttering
"Then again... maybe not..."
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Post by Tracy on Nov 9, 2003 9:45:31 GMT -5
Tracy reaches deep into her bag, and pulls out a box, with the words 'Chocolate Fudge Cake' written across in big, brown lettering, and a picture of a sticky chocolatey cake below it. Carefully opening the edge of the packaging, she places the cake on the refreshments table, and cuts it into pieces.
"Cake, anyone?"
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Post by stoneman3x on Nov 9, 2003 9:57:09 GMT -5
Surrounded by beautiful women, it only figures I am soggy and self-conscious. I hope the question was aimed at me, but highly doubting it, and reply, "I'm Stone... Stoneman3x... Neopian Times 592x champion..." Suddenly I feel dumb about saying that. It sounds like I don't have any other life. "And real-life author!" I add quickly, and just as quickly wish I hadn't because now I sound like a bragging imbecile. My only hope is that the wet T-shirt clinging to me is making my muscles bulge out and so distracting everyone with my adonis-like form that they totally ignore anything else about me. I then realize that I am vain even when I am thinking to myself and dunk another chip into the punch because I am flustering MYSELF.
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Post by misslynx on Nov 9, 2003 10:11:12 GMT -5
I quickly grabbed my bag as I ran out of the airport. I jumped in a taxi and told the driver where to go, hoping there wasn't too much traffic.
Finally at the dock, I payed the driver in a hurry and walked out of the cab. I glanced around, too shy to say anything.
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Post by Random Cameo Neotomi on Nov 9, 2003 10:57:39 GMT -5
Name: Tomi Zandsthein
Age: 29
Apperance: rather fit, with dreadlocks, dyed one black, one brown, one black one brown, and so on, always wearing his virtual relaity glasses(that with a click of a button can eb turned into normal sunglasses!), wearing an X shirt(its a desing I invented... preety futuristic)
Occupation: Works for a gaming company(which is why I keep weraing the VR glasses)
I walk by everybody seemingly ignoring them, when I end up accidnelty walking off the end of the dock "YAAAAH!" I shout and grab the railign of the pathway up tnto the ship
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Post by stoneman3x on Nov 9, 2003 11:03:25 GMT -5
I stroll casually over to the guy with the dreadlocks hanging off the railing, pleased that someone finally looks more stupid than I do. I reach down my hand to help pull him up.
"Tomi, right? I'm Stone. You look exactly like your comic," I remark breezily, although I am freaked out that someone could actually look like a cartoon.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2003 11:25:01 GMT -5
((WOW! People are coming! People are cooming! Over 1 night, there was four pages! This is great!))
I finally get out of my trance, and stare around. "I must have dozed off. I stare into the distance, and notice the group of men and women. "Oh, they're already here."
I approach them and take off my sunglasses. "Hi, NTWF? I think I recognize some of your faces. Um, I got our room numbers. We're all pretty near, and they're pretty nice rooms. On the ship, there is a few swimming pools, some gyms, tons and TONS of different luxury restaurants, gym, movie theaters, tennis courts, shops, and much MUCH more. I already took a tour." Um, this better be NTWF, I think, or else I just made a complete freak out of myself.
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Post by Random Cameo Neotomi on Nov 9, 2003 11:36:09 GMT -5
*gets back onthe dock* Thanks stone... *walks off onto the boat mutterig somethingbaout blogs and marshmellows*
note: sorry if this is a double post
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Post by Stal on Nov 9, 2003 11:40:45 GMT -5
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Name: Stal Age: 32 Appearence: Very short hair. Kept in a constant #1 buzz cut (a length of 3 mm). Dark hair, though. Wears sunglasses constantly, outside, inside it's a 50/50 chance of taking it off. Married to Yui Single. Quiet
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A shadowy figure walked on the dock, heading for the reunion area. He wore Sunglasses even as the night grew dim; his trenchcoat fluttered in a gentle sea-breeze. A small half-grin appeared on his face as he entered the area, though his eyes cringed at the sudden brightness of the lights. His sunglasses remained on, as he headed for a nearby corner, to watch and observe from.
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Post by Random Cameo Neotomi on Nov 9, 2003 11:58:17 GMT -5
Tomi looks at the mysterious perswon n trenchcoat and sunglasses... Living In Israel, he gets rather suspicious and follows hima round
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2003 11:59:54 GMT -5
((Am I too late? Please say I'm not too late, this looks like hilarious fun...))
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Post by LDF on Nov 9, 2003 12:05:04 GMT -5
Whoo? Name: Enderager "LDF" Lloyd (sure, I paid a lot to get my name changed. I won't actually do that, though ) Age: 26 Appearance: Shoulder-length black hair, brown eyes, medium-size lense glasses, a dark gray hooded sweatshirt with a picture of Trogdor on it, with the words "Trogdor the Burninator" underneath the picture, and khakis (and a bag full of notepads, drawings, and other art supplies) Occupation: College Senior, majoring in visual art and writing (yes, I am lame ) Lives in: Toronto, Canada --- "Well this is weird, isn't it?" I muttered, looking around at the others around me. I grab a notepad from my bag, and start sketching with a pencil that was behind my ear. "I'll remember this moment for the rest of my life. I think..." I grinned. "Heyyy... Is that Tracy? TRAAAAAAACY!" I shout, running over to a crowd of people. "THIS IS SO COOL!" --- Yar, I'd still be the same
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Post by Tracy on Nov 9, 2003 12:12:44 GMT -5
Whoo? Name: Enderager "LDF" Lloyd (sure, I paid a lot to get my name changed. I won't actually do that, though ) Age: 26 Appearance: Shoulder-length black hair, brown eyes, medium-size lense glasses, a black Trogdor T-shirt on top of a long-sleeved light blue shirt, and khakis (and a bag full of notepads, drawings, and other art supplies) Occupation: College Senior, majoring in visual art and writing (yes, I am lame ) Lives in: Toronto, Canada --- "Well this is weird, isn't it?" I muttered, looking around at the others around me. I grab a notepad from my bag, and start sketching with a pencil that was behind my ear. "I'll remember this moment for the rest of my life. I think..." I grinned. "Heyyy... Is that Tracy? TRAAAAAAACY!" I shout, running over to a crowd of people. "THIS IS SO COOL!" --- Yar, I'd still be the same Tracy looks sheepishly down at her own Trogdor t-shirt (it's still with me after 15 years!) before greeting LDF. "How's it been? Did anyone see the latest Strong Bad Email, number 3096?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2003 12:15:05 GMT -5
((Am I too late? Please say I'm not too late, this looks like hilarious fun...)) No way... Anyone can pop in!
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Post by LDF on Nov 9, 2003 12:16:47 GMT -5
"Yar," LDF mutters (Whoo! Changing from 1st to 3rd person). "It's amazing that those Brothers Chaps have been making the Strong Bad Emails for this long..." LDF trails on. "But still, it's been like, 15 years since we all spoke to each other... or at least, for some of us... I guess." LDF blinked, sketching Tracy on another sheet of paper.
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